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Please note:
All characters in this story are fictitious, any similarity to
persons living or dead is purely coincidental. The author does not
necessarily condone or endorse any of the activities detailed in this
story, some of which are dangerous or illegal.
Please keep in mind the difference between fantasy and reality.
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Ashley at the Mall
chapter 3
Written by Janus
Copyright 2003
All my stories can be found at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Janus/www
Ashley returned to the Mall of America the very next day. Her
mom finally put her foot down and told Ashley she would have to
take the bus if she wanted to go to the mall every day. She gave
her daughter enough money to purchase a 30-day bus pass which
Ashley promised no to lose. The young girl didn't mind taking
the bus since it gave her a greater sense of independence.
Aside from Ashley's apparent obsession with going to the mall,
her mom suspected nothing out of the ordinary. Ashley betrayed
none of her mall activities at home, happily chatting with her
parents over dinner about the mall, summer sports, TV shows...
Moreover, her daughter was dressed just like any other regular
twelve year old girl so her mom had no reason to believe she was
exposing herself to a stranger with a camera or giving an unknown
man a handjob in a darkened movie theater.
Once inside the mall, Ashley ducked into a restroom to change
her clothes. Today she wore a simple white ribbed tank top that
clung tight to her lithe preteen body. Her breast buds poked
temptingly through the cotton top while the cool, air-conditioned
mall hardened her perky nipples, drawing all the more attention
to her chest. Her shorts were also a pure white that was
predictably snug against her bottom. The shorts were made out of
spandex which allowed them to conform to every curve of her body.
Her butt cheeks were neatly cradled by the stretchy material, so
skin-tight that it was as if she was wearing nothing at all.
More importantly, however, the crotch of the shorts was so tight
that Ashley displayed a perfect little camel toe. The white
spandex followed every curve of her plump mound, with her
eye-catching slit at the center of attention. The pure white of
her clothes contrasted well with her lightly tanned skin. With
her skinny frame and knobby knees, she was already every
lolita-lover's dream but now she had surpassed even that.
Pleased with the way she looked, Ashley confidently exited the
restroom.
The reaction was immediate. Everyone was stealing glances or
openly staring at this young preteen girl dressed in virginal
white as Ashley walked through the mall. The boys
surreptitiously stole glances while the girls looked at her with
jealousy or disgust. Even grown women raised their eyebrows and
tut-tutted as Ashley strolled through the mall concourse. She
felt her heart swell with pride at the attention. But what
interested the young girl most, of course, was the men who
smoothly gazed at her. She had developed a preference for these
older and mature men.
She had stopped to study a mall map when a man approached her.
"Hello, miss," he said. "You're dressed quite pretty today,
aren't you?" Ashley blushed at his praise. He was an older man,
probably in his forties. Like the other men she'd met, he was
dressed in a conservative suit and tie. Although he was balding,
his hair loss was happening in a very graceful and distinguished
manner that seemed to complement his dignified attire. Ashley
smiled at him.
"Thank you." She also decided she liked this straight-forward
nature in men, no beating around the bush or hemming and hawing.
The man had come straight out and told her she looked nice.
"Are you just shopping today?" he asked her.
"Yes, I just came by myself to have fun," Ashley said, slightly
embarrassed all of a sudden. "But I think I might head to the
food court to get something to eat."
"Well," the man said, "would you like to join me? I wasn't
going to the food court but I wanted to eat lunch at Ruby
Tuesday."
He was referring to one of the sit-down restaurants in the mall.
Ashley had never been there before. "Okay," she said. They
began walking. "My name is Ashley, by the way."
"How do you do," the man said formally. "My name is Jules
Brandt."
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Brandt," Ashley said politely. He didn't
object to be referred to in such a formal matter. Ashley assumed
that's the way he wanted to be addressed.
They arrived at the restaurant and were seated immediately. The
wait staff seemed to be familiar with Mr. Brandt and they led him
to a darkened booth in the corner. Ashley felt a little out of
place in such a fancy restaurant. The dimly lit room was
illuminated by small candles on the tables while a thick carpet
muffled their footsteps. The tables were elegantly set with fine
silverware and dishes, with elaborate floor-length tablecloths
draped over each table. Since it was the weekday lunch hour, the
restaurant was sparsely numbered with other customers.
Mr. Brandt slid gracefully into the circular corner booth.
Ashley followed his example, taking great care not to yank at the
long tablecloth, lest she pull it and all the tableware onto the
floor. The waitress brought them glasses of water and two menus.
"Tell me, young Ashley," Mr. Brandt said, sipping his water, "do
you always dress like this when you come to the mall?"
Ashley felt embarrassed again. She didn't know why it kept
happening around this older man. "Well, usually, yes," she
replied.
"And why do you do that?"
Ashley paused a moment. Why _was_ she dressing like this?
After thinking a moment, she said, "Because it makes me feel
pretty."
Mr. Brandt smiled at her. "Indeed it does. Do the boys notice
when you dress so prettily?"
"No. They're usually too shy to do anything but stare."
Mr. Brandt nodded gravely. "I see. That is often the case with
young boys."
"There's the older men, though," Ashley began. "They're usually
nicer... Much nicer."
A smile formed on Mr. Brandt's face. "Nicer? How?"
Ashley blushed again. "I don't know... They're just nice to
me. I don't know."
"And you enjoy it when these older men are... nice to you?"
Ashley nodded.
The waitress returned at that point. Ashley hastily flipped
through the menu while Mr. Brandt asked for the usual. She
decided to order a grilled-cheese sandwich. The waitress nodded
and left.
Mr. Brandt watched her leave. "Ashley," he said, "you look like
you're shivering over there. Why don't you come sit closer to
me?"
Ashley blinked. She wasn't cold at all, nor had she shivered.
Nonetheless, she slid herself over the smooth vinyl of the booth
and moved closer to Mr. Brandt, who put his arm around her. He
pressed his nose to the top of her head, sniffing her hair.
"Ah," he sighed. "There's nothing like the fresh scent of a
pretty little girl."
Ashley smiled. With his free hand, Mr. Brandt caressed her bare
shoulders for a moment. Ashley shivered, but not from being
cold. A little nervously, she cast her eye about the room. The
restaurant was largely empty. A few diners lingered across the
room but there was no one within fifteen yards of their booth.
No one paid them any attention.
Mr. Brandt continued stroking her shoulder for a moment before
creeping his fingers to her chest area. Ashley held her breath
and watched as his fingers began to fondle her budding breasts
through the cotton tank top. Gently, he tweaked her nipples,
rolling their hardness between his fingers. The little preteen
girl whimpered softly as the man touched her chest.
Pulling her closer to him, Mr. Brandt quickly slipped his hand
below the table. Without hesitation, he slipped his hand into
the elastic waist of her tight spandex shorts. Spreading her
legs to offer him better access, Ashley slouched a little lower
in the vinyl booth. She was surprised that she was so wet
already for Mr. Brandt's finger slid smoothly through her
hairless slit. She sighed as his finger found her clit and began
to massage it in firm, confident strokes. A buzz of electricity
tingled her young body as the older man skillfully caressed her
pleasure button.
Ashley saw their waitress appear across the room, carrying a
tray and heading for their booth. "Um, Mr. Brandt," she
murmured, "the waitress is... coming..."
"Shh, just be still," he whispered in her ear. His finger
continued to rub her in a delightful manner but Ashley felt
alarmed because the waitress was quickly approaching. But Mr.
Brandt still didn't let up. Biting her lip, Ashley willed
herself to maintain a normal expression. Her hands gripped the
tabletop desperately.
The waitress arrived and began setting out the dishes. Mr.
Brandt just smiled at her sweetly as continued fondling the
preteen girl at his side. Ashley's breath was ragged but she
fought to maintain a neutral expression. Just as the waitress
was about done setting the dishes, Mr. Brandt dipped lower and
plunged his finger up to the second knuckle into the twelve year
old girl's unsuspecting vagina. Unable to contain herself,
Ashley gasped loudly from the sudden intrusion.
The waitress looked at her and frowned. "Is everything all
right," she asked, concerned.
"Uh, ooh, yes," Ashley grunted.
"Thank you," Mr. Brandt added. Confused, the waitress nodded
and left them alone. Once she was gone he slid his finger out of
Ashley and redoubled his efforts on her clit. The twelve year
old gasped as he increased the pressure against her pussy mound.
It never felt this good when she did it herself. Mr. Brandt's
experienced fingers were pushing her close to an orgasm in the
restaurant. The thought of coming in a public place sent a
thrill of pleasure through the young girl. She was naughty, she
was dirty for letting this old man, this stranger touch her in
such a public place.
Ashley gripped the tabletop tighter as her orgasm approached.
She clutched the table so hard that her fingers were a pale
white. Knowing she wouldn't be able to contain herself, Ashley
buried her face against Mr. Brandt's shirt, pressing her nose
against his chest.
"Ohh, ohh Goddd..." the twelve year old moaned as her clit
spasmed. The orgasm washed over her like a warm ocean tide,
enveloping her entire body in a sweet haze of pleasure. "Hnuh,
nuh, uh... ooohh..." she moaned as her noises were muffled
against the older man's chest. Her senses slowly returned to her
and she loosened her grip on the tabletop. Lightheaded, she
pulled her face from Mr. Brandt's shirt and sat back against the
cool vinyl booth. Her face felt flushed.
Mr. Brandt gently extricated his hand from her tight spandex
shorts. Ashley watched as he brought his finger, shiny with her
juices, to his mouth and sucked his finger clean. "Delicious,"
he told her. "You're every bit delectable as you look." He took
her hand and moved it to his crotch where his pants were tenting.
Closing her fingers around his hardness, he said, "Ashley, get
under the table."
Ashley blinked, not sure if she had heard correctly. But Mr.
Brandt gave her an imploring look so she nimbly slid underneath
the table. It was dark under there since the floor-length
tablecloth completely masked the table. She watched as Mr.
Brandt undid his pants and zipper. Then the preteen girl saw her
second adult penis is as many days. She was surprised to see he
wore no underwear.
Above her, she heard Mr. Brandt murmur softly, "Your mouth. Use
your mouth."
His penis protruded from his undone pants, still only partially
hard. Ashley hesitated a moment. She had never done this
before. Opening her mouth, she let the tip of it slide in. Her
lips closed around his head and she tentatively let her tongue
caress the male organ in her mouth. It tasted a bit like sweat,
a sort of sweet and salty flavor, although the scent was very
masculine and unlike anything she had ever known. Closing her
fist around his shaft, Ashley began to stroke like the man in the
theater taught her yesterday. Her efforts were rewarded by the
hardening and lengthening of the penis before her.
Soon Mr. Brandt grew to his full length. Ashley stroked his
smooth shaft as she gave an experimental suck on the penis tip in
her mouth. Mr. Brandt moaned softly from beyond the tablecloth.
Ashley enjoyed this feeling of giving an older man pleasure. It
gave her a sense of power and control. She liked the way his
hard penis felt as she moved her fist up and down his shaft.
She heard another request from above the table. "Lick my
balls," he directed her.
Ashley complied. Pushing his hard cock up so it lay flat
against his belly, she moved her head closer to the sack at the
base of him. Cautiously, she extended her tongue and lightly
traced her tongue on it. Mr. Brandt sighed. Bolder now, she
licked at the somewhat pebbled skin of his sack, letting her
tongue bump against the two globes inside. Mr. Brandt's hands
were also under the table now and they began to hold her head and
caress her face and hair.
Ashley let her sweet, preteen lips close gently around his
testicle and sucked. Mr. Brandt's cock lurched in her hand and
his fingers closed tight around her head. "You are so
incredible, Ashley," he breathed. "So incredible..."
Proud, Ashley moved back to his hard cock, this time letting
more of it slip into her hot, wet mouth. The young girl expertly
jacked the man off as her other hand continued to massage his
sack. Mr. Brandt's hands suddenly gripped her head tighter than
ever and he pulled her preteen mouth harder onto his cock.
Ashley felt it reach the back of her throat and she did her best
to relax her gag reflex. Suddenly, the hard cock in her mouth
pulsated several times. She knew what was happening. A stream
of fluid erupted from Mr. Brandt's penis as he came, holding her
head tight against his crotch. Having no choice, Ashley
swallowed, having only a brief chance to taste his semen before
it slid down her throat.
Once his spurting and pulsing stopped, Mr. Brandt relaxed his
grip on her head. Ashley felt his penis soften in her mouth.
She sat back and watched as he tucked his ever-softening penis
back into his pants and zipped himself up. Then she slid back up
onto the booth, savoring the cool fresh air above the table. Mr.
Brandt smiled at her.
"Very talented, Ashley," was all he said.
Her grilled-cheese sandwich was cold by now, but she ate it
anyway. They finished the meal in silence. When the check came,
Mr. Brandt handed the waitress a credit card but he kept his
wallet out. Thumbing through some bills, he said, "Thank you,
Ashley. I believe in rewarding excellence. So for you..." He
fanned out five $100 bills and laid it out before her on the
tablecloth.
Ashley was stunned. "For me?" she said wonderingly.
"For you."
She picked up the bills. $500! She had never seen one $100
bill before, let alone five. The waitress returned with the
bill, so Ashley quickly tucked away the cash. Mr. Brandt signed
for the bill and then they both got up to leave.
"Well, Ashley," he said as they strolled along the mall
concourse, "I certainly hope to run into you again someday here
at the mall. It's not every day that one meets a young girl as
beautiful and talented as you."
Ashley blushed at his praise. "Thank you," she said shyly.
He took her a hand and squeezed it. "Goodbye, then," he said.
"Bye." She watched him head for the mall exit. Opening her
purse, Ashley confirmed again that there really were five $100
bills in her possession. They were still there. The twelve year
old girl felt grown up. For having so much money on the one
hand. And on the other hand, she was having sexual encounters
with older men. Young Ashley was growing up indeed.
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Please send feedback and comments! Thanks for reading.
~Janus
janus_md@hotmail.com
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